Midwestern University Large Animal Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when the clinic’s lights were off and everyone had gone home, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A sign on the door read: ‘Emergency hours extended until further notice.’ Curious, he opened the door and found himself in an empty hallway lit only by dim emergency lights. Suddenly, from around the corner came a sleepy-looking dog whispering, 'Hey, you’re late!' The delivery driver chuckled and left, shaking his head—apparently Midwestern University’s large animal clinic was indeed open twenty-four seven, even if it seemed otherwise.

2. One morning, a delivery driver found an old, dusty kennel in the back of his truck. Curious, he brought it into the clinic, thinking it might belong to someone who forgot it. But as he placed it on the counter, a small, furry head poked out from inside. The little creature yawned and stretched, revealing a mischievous look and a tag that read ‘Free to Good Home.’ Turns out, it was just a neighborhood escapee who had taken refuge in the wrong place at the right time. A relieved smile spread across everyone’s faces—except maybe the delivery driver’s, who wondered how many more unexpected passengers were hiding in his truck.

3. In the early hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's loading dock. As he unloaded supplies from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small wooden crate labeled ‘Large Animal Samples’ sitting alone on the ground. As he opened it, a sleepy cow’s head poked out and mooed softly. Turns out, someone had accidentally shipped a live calf instead of samples. A regular old mix-up, but now everyone got a good laugh—and maybe a new policy on labeling.

4. Late one night, after the last patient had left, a voice crackled over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Large animal clinic, this is Dr. Paws. Please return your lost pony.’ A sleepy receptionist answered, yawned and replied, 'Dr. Paws, are you sure? We don’t have any ponies here!' Then came a quiet giggle from the intercom: 'Just checking in on my little equine escapee.' The next morning, everyone found out it was just a neighbor's mischievous pony who loved late-night adventures.